Political incompetence wrapped in a marketing spiel shell.
Saying words but none of it holds real substance.
A kind of fame that they don’t deserve to hold.
The less they work the more they think what they say is gold.
With crooked smiles and a smarmy glint in their eyes.
If only we could mute their endless drool.
Like kids in a playground they act immature.
But these are adults who can only tow a party line.
Approved formatting is all they repeat each time.
Opinions follow the flavour of the moment.
Engineered to garner fake positive sentiment.
No belief in whatever words they speak.
To the rest of us they are fickle and obsolete.
Selling speeches without any form of empathy.
Greed is their goal as well as their currency.
Listening to the electorate is a fallacy.
They build connections that are entirely self-serving.
Bored of how they continue to ignore how everything is burning.
Cling to a moral high ground as they break laws.
Rest of us would be sentenced with cause.
Speak slander without any hope of recourse.
From this archaic notion I want a divorce.
Overused excuses that none of us can stand.
Betrayal of station is where each of you land.
Spitting lies that you desperately sell as truth.
If you were Pinocchio your noses would be fifty feet at least.
Remember we don’t have memories like gold fish.
Least worst option shows how low the bar is set.
Can’t even scrape the underside of the barrel.
Trot out tropes cause its all you possess.
Too cowardly to even confess.
Just lie through your teeth until you think this dust has settled.
Then come back round as if butter wouldn’t melt.
Drained by antics that show no remorse.
But you’ve rigged this game at the source.
Yet remember your presence will always see us roll our eyes.
